STRUCK INSIDE OUT

I woke up this morning missing you. I miss the way you'd stare, your eyes like lungs, breathing me in. I miss your hands, how you always ...

I remember you looking at me from across a candle lit table, as though I was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. Your eyes were rad...

I woke up to the sun's rays dancing across the wood floor of our hotel room. Our balcony doors were open and I could see the deep blue of...

We got into the taxi, giggling and catching as many glimpses of Antonio as we could in his rearview mirror. Every time he turned around t...

What were you hoping for this time? An old piece of me sitting on a shelf, not yet dusted? Stuck. Wanting. Lonely. Was this what you were...

I've been waking up peacefully lately. The first few moments before opening my eyes have been met with a stillness and grace I haven't be...

I was fourteen the first time I got my heart broken. I was laying lifelessly on the couch with mono when I received a large, silky teddy ...

I woke up today and felt the same as I did yesterday, and the day before that, too. For a sliver of a moment, a fraction of a second, lik...

He tells me he loves me, eyes smiling, patient and quiet. He doesn't say it for reciprocation or to make a grand gesture, he just wants t...

When I saw you the other day I didn't know what to say except that I hope you're happy. It's funny, isn't it? How you can know a person i...

It's funny, at the beginning of this year when I was battling the idea of sudden and vast change, the thought of being alone most of the ...

I thought of you this morning with the snow falling slowly, peacefully, quietly. My warm blanket wrapped around me and the glacial air fi...

Sometimes I wish I knew what you were doing. My mind traces back to us and I picture you sitting in your apartment and looking around the...

Where did you go when I left? An apartment that was once a home became vacant, dim and stripped of my memory. Where did you go when you s...

I don't know why I write about love and heartbreak the most. It's not as though every poem I write were about you, or him, or someone I h...

I have these moments where missing you overwhelms me. It comes like heavy rainfall on a clear morning; like cold water hitting bare skin ...

I had a dream about you again last night. I was floating down a river, my arms outstretched, hair swaying with the ease of the current an...

As a little girl I'd wander through my backyard as though I were an explorer, peeking under fallen leaves for evidence of miniature life....

One day it will happen for you. You'll walk into some coffee shop or book store and you'll see him. You'll catch each other's eyes and yo...

As a little girl I'd look forward to hot summer days spent running through sprinklers, hiding behind trees, laying on freshly cut grass i...